Sequence Wars: The Mythical Age is Created by Me

[Relic]: "The Soul-Capturing Bell Lost in Western Hunan" (Grade E): A personal ritual implement of a corpse-transporting master from Western Hunan during the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. Its bronze body is blackened and stained with dried blood, bearing witness to the eerie sight of countless lonely souls who died far from home lining up to travel in the dead of night. Later, it fell into the hands of evil cultivators and was abused. It has not been involved in any particularly powerful tales or anecdotes, but its ability to capture souls and ghosts, bestowed upon it by folklore and supernatural tales, is fully displayed. It can be exchanged for two [Keys of History].

Jiang Fan naturally didn't wait any longer and directly exchanged it for two regular draws.

[Relic Summoning]: Currently, three relics have been placed in the summoning pool base. When the total number of relics reaches ten, the summoning pool probability will be increased.

After selecting to redeem, a new prompt appeared on the summoning interface.

"That's not bad," Jiang Fan nodded slightly. He had also thought about how to improve the quality of the cards, and the result was that the more relics were inserted, the better the quality.

It seems that the foundation of this summoning pool also needs the influence of history. The more historical relics there are, the more good things can be drawn from the vortex.

Jiang Fan didn't rush to draw a card, but waited for Rias to continue exploring in the darkness. The blackened cross on her chest seemed to have the ability to track strange things, and she should have more to gain tonight.

However, Tianhai City is quite large, so searching it takes a long time. Now, the game screen is rendered in real time, and every step Rias takes in reality covers a distance of several meters.

So Jiang Fan opened Rias's mission log again to see what she had done after returning from Kyuhō-gō.

[At 10 a.m. this morning, Rias arrived late for her swordsmanship class. The students didn't mind, and one girl even invited her to lunch, but Rias politely declined.]

[At 3 PM today, Rias found a vending machine at the "Quick" convenience store on Jiangchuan Road. She stood there for half an hour, gaining 10% experience for Martial Intuition Lv.3.]

[At 6 PM today, Rias reported the mission status to the "Whisperer," but refused to provide the contained "Rage," only receiving a merit boost from the Boundless Covenant.]

At 10 PM tonight, Rias donned a black robe and arrived at the bustling outer ring of the city to begin her hunt for the strange creature.

[At 11 PM tonight, Rias killed three monsters and three members of an international mercenary organization, and submitted a relic to the gods.]

Jiang Fan was somewhat relieved by the Whisperer's reaction. It seemed that the other party was still somewhat wary of the family behind "Silver Fox" and did not force Rias to use [Rage].

Of course, there's another possibility: after Rias demonstrated her strength, the whisperer dared not attack her.

Even the strongest captain of the Ninth Bureau, the [Nine Cauldrons], couldn't successfully contain the [Calamity] relic, so he probably doesn't have much confidence in facing Rias.

The night was long, and Jiang Fan fell asleep before receiving the second item.

At eight o'clock the next day, the alarm clock he had set woken him up on time.

After washing up and getting dressed, Jiang Fan wore a black shirt and trousers, both of which his aunt had given him yesterday.

My phone is flooded with messages. The QQ groups are full of posts from counselors and teachers about internship companies, as well as statistics on the number of people taking the postgraduate entrance exam.

At this stage of university, everyone is thinking about their future and is working hard, afraid of falling behind.

Jiang Fan climbed down the stairs, where most of the people were showing off their good internships. Tianhai was a place with a huge disparity in social status, and a good job could often bring about a dramatic change in a person's life.

However, this is considered invalid information for him; ordinary jobs will only become sustenance for maintaining the operation of society in the future.

And these nutrients nourish those extraordinary beings who have obtained the sequence.

An hour later, Jiang Fan appeared in the office lobby. The decoration and structure here were very new, and the notice board outside the elevator clearly stated that the Relics Shelter was on the second floor.

He scanned the area and discovered that the Ninth Inning was on the top floor.

It seems that these two departments usually work together.

Jiang Fan arrived on the second floor, where two people were already waiting. One of them had bright green hair and looked...very familiar.

One of them, however, surprised him. It was Gu Yijian, the first person in the Ganshan base to awaken the [Assassin] sequence.

"Jiang Fan?"

When Zhang Wen saw someone coming up, he immediately walked forward with a big smile to greet them, but the smile that had just appeared on his face froze.

The phone number this guy gave him turned out to be fake. An old man answered the phone, and he couldn't even hear what he was saying. He kept asking him if he was involved in a scam and told him to wait and call the anti-fraud department immediately.

What infuriated him most was that Han Yi and Lu Xia's phone numbers were fake! When he called, it turned out to be girls from a foot massage parlor. Zhang Wen immediately discussed the price, but after discovering that the service was not as advertised, he blocked them.

Fortunately, Gu Yijian, whom he asked in another formation, was an honest man. After learning that Gu Yijian was also coming to report for the eleventh round, Zhang Wen immediately invited him to come along.

Seeing the expression on Zhang Wen's face, Jiang Fan knew that he must have already made the call.

The situation suddenly became somewhat awkward.

"Everyone's here? Come in."

Just then, the tightly closed door to room 201 suddenly opened, and a short-haired girl poked her head out, beckoning the three of them to come in.

The room was filled with all sorts of documents, and there were even many old newspapers scattered on the floor, with headlines like "Traces of a dragon spotted in a certain place" and "Dragon bones discovered in a certain place," which at the time seemed like sensational news.

"Hmm? A new person has arrived."

The woman sitting in the chair raised an eyebrow, rubbed her throbbing temples, and listlessly raised her head.

"The contract is on the table. Read it and sign it. You are considered special talents. Whether you retain your degree or graduate directly is up to you. If you choose to work in the city, your take-home pay is 9,000 yuan, and with various subsidies, it will be around 15,000 yuan. If you retain your degree and only go on missions, your salary will be 6,000 yuan, and with subsidies, it will be 10,000 yuan. Both include social insurance and housing fund, but there are no statutory holidays, understand?"

The woman exuded a strong aura of treasure, not quite as strong as Xiang Yu's, but not far off.

Jiang Fan glanced at the contract and readily agreed. The compensation was quite generous, much better than the job offers he had seen in the QQ group earlier. The key point was that this job was practically handed to him, and he wouldn't need to expend too much energy on it.

Gu Yijian signed without saying a word or even looking at it.

Seeing that all three had signed their names neatly and efficiently, the dejected woman pulled out three black certificates from the drawer.

"These are your work permits. You can use them as much as possible when carrying out missions. There's an old saying, 'act expediently,' which you should all understand. Of course, don't let the bureau find out that you're using them for profit or power-for-profit. If you are found out... There are still quite a few research institutions in the country that are in dire need of awakened death row inmates."

The woman's words were calm and cold, yet they sent a chill down Zhang Wen and Gu Yijian's spine.

Jiang Fan, however, had no other thoughts on him. He had already robbed the museum before, so he was naturally not intimidated.

"Jiang Fan...you are an appraiser. Go to the first team and report to Wang Tianming. He is in dire need of team members in this field."

The woman glanced at the documents.